class especially the line about being one big tear in reality...right this freckle need some kip...night all xOriginally Posted by tri-mind
class especially the line about being one big tear in reality...right this freckle need some kip...night all x
Just been having a trawl through some of the latest posts. There has been some lovely stuff and I like the ones about the Chinese Lanterns. I saw a flotilla of them on New Year's eve 2003 in Thailand...amazing. I sometimes find them up the lane from where I live as they get let off at weddings up at Swinton Castle. Anyway....welcome to to OneOff...brilliant poem! I'm in Shimla and it is freezing but the snowcapped Himalayas are looking amazing.
Last days in Varanasi were emotionally and physically exhausting but what an incredible place. Am already planning a trip back to do some meditation and drawing.
city of the dead
bodies burn on the pyres
dogs sleep in the ash
first day of the year
my melancholy creeps
like mist from the river
this river city
walking the chaotic streets
just one more lost soul
Another train journey from hell to get here but a family from Punjab really saved it from being purgatory.
small boy on the train
my bird for his lotus
origami swap
after the chaos
peacocks strut in lush green fields
women tending rice
off for brekkie now....hope you all have a good day!x
Morning Hes...brilliant brialliant brilliant...love the line "my melancholy creeps like mist from the river" ......yet more snow here, have a lovely day Hes and all
THAT crazed girl improvising her music.
Her poetry, dancing upon the shore,
Her soul in division from itself
Climbing, falling She knew not where,
Hiding amid the cargo of a steamship,
Her knee-cap broken, that girl I declare
A beautiful lofty thing, or a thing
Heroically lost, heroically found.
No matter what disaster occurred
She stood in desperate music wound,
Wound, wound, and she made in her triumph
Where the bales and the baskets lay
No common intelligible sound
But sang, 'O sea-starved, hungry sea.'
William Butler Yeats
The National Library of Ireland have a very good virtual exhibition of W.B.Yeats
I visited this library during my visit to Dublin for the European Cross-Country championships.
Last edited by XRunner; 05-01-2010 at 09:05 PM.
Morning X runner and thank you for this it looks really interesting, will check it out later...
Hello everyone have a good day and glad to see your having a great time Hes.
you too tri!
The sea a dim and distant memory
A wooden bird of the night
sits on your desk, a reminder
of a lighter time
Down a motorway or two,
a hedgehog’s iron spikes
permeate sad nets
imprinting a face on my mind.
Such woeful and wonderful times
for two betwixt
an anonymous sea
Time passes, and after much tears
and realignment,
sooner, than YOU-I think
These little pals will share a hearth,
each and every night,
retiring from their travails
and think back to what fortitude
brought them to the warm
and glowing embers,
the sea a dim and distant memory.
Last edited by freckle; 05-01-2010 at 09:30 PM.
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